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"I don't understand," Lori said. "You get excited by thinking about watching me have sex with someone else, but you would be devastated if it ever happened."
"I didn't say it made sense," Edwin said.
They were covered with sweat and lying next to each other after an athletic lovemaking session. Though they were exhausted, they were still horny. Whenever this happened, they prolonged the excitement with what they called verbal intercourse.
"Try to explain," she said.
"Okay. For men, the visual is a huge part of sex. That's why most porn is for men. We’re always looking at women and thinking about having sex with them. We’re wired that way.
“When I'm making love to you, I love to watch us as much of us as I can. You don’t like doggy because it’s not intimate. But I love it because I can see my cock going in and out of your pussy and your body reacting. Feeling it and watching it at the same time is the ultimate in excitement.
“If I watched you with another man, I could see everything. I could watch him pull your butt cheeks apart and see your ass spasming when you come. I could see your shiny juices covering his cock as it stretches you while he plunges in and pulls out. I could see your face getting red and watch your tongue hanging while you pant like a bitch in heat. I could see your amazing boobs flopping like crazy as he pounds you."
"Wow!" she said. "That's vivid! I can tell you’ve thought a lot about it. Even though I can't relate to any of that, your desire for it is so real that I can almost touch it. So explain why you would be devastated if your fantasy came true.”
"Because in order for it to happen, I would have to be a cuckold. I would have so little respect for myself that I would let another man have sex with you while I watched. I would be totally humiliated and hate myself for being less than a man."
"You’re so complicated, Edwin," she said. "I’m totally satisfied with our love life. I guess I’m boring, because I never fantasize about things like that.”
"I’m satisfied, too. Don't take this the wrong way. I'm just sharing some of my crazy thoughts.”
"I think dissatisfaction is good sometimes,” she said. “It motivates me to do better. But a lot of people apply it to the wrong things, like sex and money. They can never get enough.
“If you have everything you need and you still aren’t satisfied, you’re a pig. A pig is greedy. A pig always wants more. A pig is never satisfied."
"Are you calling me a pig?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "You tell me. You married a woman who loves sex almost as much as you do. Isn’t that rare with women and men? How often do I turn you down? You know I have to be really exhausted or sick.
"I give you blowjobs all the time. All I ask is that you pull out before you spurt because I hate the smell and taste of come. When you have accidents, I don't stay angry for long – even though they make me gag and run to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth before I throw up.
"Maybe you miss seeing my pussy stretched by a cock, but you have no complaints about the things I do with my muscles to make sex more exciting for you. Most won’t take the trouble to learn those techniques, but I did – to make you happy.
"I even give you anal, and not just once a year. You want it more often, and you sulk when I won’t give in. But you know I don't enjoy it. First there’s the physical discomfort, even though you’re careful. Worse is the feeling of being degraded while it’s happening. I’m the only wife I know who does it for her husband.
"Every guy you know would love to trade places with you. So are you a pig because you still want more? You tell me."
"You make an interesting point, but I told you, a man's dick has no feeling for what is enough or too much. I can't help fantasizing, but if it bothers you, I’ll stop telling you my fantasies."
"You don't have to do that. I’m more puzzled than upset. As long as it’s only in your fantasies, I don't care how much of a pig you are.”
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"Hi Judy," Lori said as she swept through the glass door into Edwin's outer office.
There was no answer from his secretary for a second, as she looked up from her work, but Lori saw a look of panic cross her face for a moment before she replaced it with an attempt at a smile.
"I'm Lori, Edwin's wife," she said. "I know I haven't been here in a while. I'm sorry to be so rude, but I'm in a rush."
"I know you, Mrs. Simmons," Judy said in a strange voice. "I'm sorry. You startled me."
"Is Edwin in his office?"
"Uh, I don't think so."
Lori heard the tension in Judy’s voice.
"You don't know?"
"Uh, I was in the restroom, and then I had some work. He hasn't called me in. He could be in a meeting somewhere."
"Then I'll just drop these tiles off on his desk so he can look at them and call me later," Lori said, walking toward the door. She tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Judy jump up and come toward her.
"Don't bother, Judy," she said. "I have the key Edwin gave me a long time ago. Yes, here it is.”
"Mrs. Simmons, I don't – " Judy said in a panicked voice, but she stopped as she saw Lori open the door and stride into the room with her heavy bundle.
Lori walked a few steps into the room and saw Edwin sitting behind his desk. He was shifting in his chair and didn’t see her at first. When he did, he stared at her in shock. She saw his face was bright red. He was trying to speak, but no words came out.
Lori stopped. Something was wrong in the room. She now realized that his secretary had been trying to prevent her from going in. Whatever had frightened his secretary was also frightening her husband. His red face was quickly turning pale.
She looked around, but she didn't see anything. It was just his office, with the desk he was sitting behind, a small conference table, a couch, some chairs and some shelves filled with books and memorabilia. It didn't look different than the last time she had been there a few years ago.
As she turned her head back to her husband, who had stopped squirming and was now starting to look more normal, she saw a flash of red. Something red had just moved so slightly that it was barely perceptible, but she saw it out of the corner of her eye. She took a step toward Edwin's desk but she didn’t see any more red.
Then she took a step back and bent down. It was there, barely visible below the desk's modesty panel. Now she could see the red clearly. It was a red pair of women's shoes, and there were feet in them.
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes opened wide. She slowly straightened and stood frozen for an instant looking at Edwin with astonishment. He opened his mouth to speak, but all he could say was, "Lori," before there was a loud sound of clattering tiles as she dropped them on the floor, turned and ran out of his office.
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He called her at home throughout the afternoon, but she didn't answer. He wondered if she would be there when he came home. She was, but she wasn't talking to him. They made it through dinner without exchanging more than a few sentences.
When she said, "Would you like more potatoes?" he expected her to start stuffing potatoes down his throat until he stopped breathing. But she didn't.
Once he asked her if he could explain something, but she screamed at him, "Shut up, Edwin! Don't say anything!"
He didn’t attempt any further conversation.
It was like that for two days. They slept in the same bed, but it felt to him like she was sleeping in another country. On Saturday, when he walked into the kitchen, she looked the same way as she had the past two days. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was pale. She brought some coffee to him and then sat down facing him.